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January 6, 2014
At least I didn't cry like a bitch...
When you have people in your life, you take the good with the bad because everyone has flaws. To attack someones personality because you were hurt is like sipping hot coffee and getting made you were burned. You don't like the way I communicate, then I guess you should have said that. You called me names, yet I'm the one not acting like an adult. But I guess when you are too far up your own smug sense of self worth to see that I didn't do anything wrong, you just didn't like it you would realize you were an ass and I'm sorry that I hurt you. I accept people for who they are, I don't try to change them. We interact not because it's mandatory, but because we enjoy the other's company. When it feels mandatory, I pull away because nobody is required in my life but me. Acting like I didn't tell you I do that is your own fault not mine. I was a little shocked to get passive aggression from someone who I thought was better than that. When I should have realized he alienated his friends himself. I can keep my friends, yet you keep loosing yours. You talk so much shit about one girl, yet you're exactly like her. Yeah she gossips and talks about people, and while that's your main reason for disliking her, that is the exact same shit you do. I didn't care, because we were still cool. That's what friends do. I was more of a friend to you than you realize, who else is going to put up with your annoying habits now? lol alright that was mean, but he was a jerk for no reason. This whole thing is going to bug me for a while, but that is enough random points in the conversation I had this morning. I guess the circle got smaller today, and I'm okay with that part, just the reason why is so passe'. I'm the one that needs to be an adult, but your reasoning and actions are the ones that are childish. Okay sweetie ;)
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